He's playing with fire!
She attracted all of Song Qian's anger by bringing up her pregnancy, seemingly drawing all of Song Qian's hatred, but... Su Jiaoniang looked at Futu.
She appears to be in danger; will he remain indifferent?
He cared about her more than she realized.
They never leave each other's side.
He held the dagger in his small hand, as if afraid she might be in danger.
The black-clad guards hid in the shadows, following her silently.
In Song Qian's view, she was indeed pregnant.
...
Song Qian stood atop the teahouse, his gaze sweeping downwards: "Go tell her, if she doesn't take action..."
"clear."
The man in black behind Song Qian disappeared.
Su Jiaoniang walked back to the village.
Looking at the Buddha statue with a concerned gaze: "Aren't you going to read a book?"
“No need to look. Those things are here. They won’t be forgotten in three to five years,” Futu said with great certainty.
Su Jiaoniang reached out and touched her stomach: "I'm not pregnant."
“I know!” Futu nodded.
“Mother, now that our shop is gone, they will try to get rid of your child. During this time, please bear with us and do not go out. Stay close to him.” Fu Tu pointed to Lu Wujiu in the study.
It's safest to follow him.
If a regent is traveling and security is not properly ensured...
Who would feel at ease?
"Child?" Lu Wujiu walked out of the study, his gaze falling on Su Jiaoniang.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his gaze carrying a chill and a scrutinizing quality.
“Yes, your child!” Fu Tu glanced at Jun Wujiu, still very dissatisfied with this father.
However, in reality, he is his father and cannot tolerate any dissatisfaction from him.
After recounting what had happened in the county town to Lu Wujiu, his gaze fell on Su Jiaoniang's belly, and his eyes softened: "What nonsense! Even if you want to lure the snake out of its hole and lull it into a false sense of security, you don't need to risk your own safety."
“Things have come to this point, there must be a huge force supporting Song Qian. Who is that person?” Su Jiaoniang noticed that Lu Wujiu was staring at her stomach.
He took a few steps back.
Her belly was full of flesh; she had no child.
He doesn't have the power to make anyone pregnant just by glaring at them, so there's no point in staring like that.
"Could it be Jun Chaoyang?" Su Jiaoniang asked.
He denied it himself.
In the original novel, Jun Chaoyang always supported the Third Prince until the female lead became Empress.
Jun Chaoyang remained completely unchanged, devoting himself entirely to eliminating the corrupt elements in the court; he was truly diligent and conscientious.
"No," Futu shook his head as well.
Jun Chaoyang was his political enemy in his past life.
He knew that guy better than anyone. He always cherished his reputation. What Song Qian did, whether it was using poppies to make money or buying and selling people, using cruel methods of mutilation to turn people into something neither human nor ghost.
Jun Chaoyang would not associate with such a person.
Who could it be?
Su Jiaoniang gazed towards the capital.
Now we just hope that Song Qian will slip up.
Otherwise, all the arrangements would be meaningless.
...
"Mother, go and rest if you're tired." Fu Tu saw the person standing outside the gate and a look of disdain flashed in his eyes.
Su Jiaoniang noticed something was wrong with Futu's voice, turned her head to look outside, and the moment she saw Widow Han, she knew what Futu was about to do.
He didn't want her to get involved in this kind of jealousy.
Widow Han's purpose in coming here is quite simple!
She probably had her eye on Lu Wujiu.
otherwise……
How could Su Jiaoniang let Futu handle it? She got up and walked outside, glanced at Widow Han, and drew the knife from her hand.
Widow Han thought Su Jiaoniang was going to ask her: Why did you come here?
That's how a normal person would talk.
Lost in her own world, she pushed the basket out of her hand:
“I made two new outfits. Mr. Gu hasn’t changed into new clothes in a while. My sewing skills are pretty good, you can…” Widow Han didn’t treat herself like an outsider at all, her alluring eyes fixed on Lu Wujiu.
Lu Wujiu's pitying gaze fell on Widow Han.
Widow Han's heart began to pound.
He's so handsome!
Just as those people said, this person has a very strange taste; she doesn't like proper ladies, but only likes slutty, promiscuous women.
Her seductive and flirtatious manner captivated him, drawing his gaze to her.
As anticipation arose in his heart, the light in his eyes became even more distinct.
Su Jiaoniang laughed the hardest, her knife landing on Widow Han: "What are you looking at? Keep your eyes to yourself, or I'll gouge them out!"
"..." Widow Han paused, straightened up from her slightly forward lean, stared at the dagger in Su Jiaoniang's hand, her chest rising and falling slightly.
Wow, it's huge!
Su Jiaoniang lowered her head.
If the person in front of her weren't so repulsive, she would have wanted to touch him.
“Mr. Gu, she’s here to see you. Look at her…” Widow Han revealed her most charming side.
Her shoulders trembled slightly, and her face showed a mixture of reluctance and acceptance.
She used her expression to tell him that no matter what he did to her, she wouldn't resist.
Su Jiaoniang's toothache worsened!
He slashed the dagger in his hand across Widow Han's face.
This widow in front of me is so shameless, I should just help her out.
Anyway, I don't want it anymore, so it's okay to draw a flower on my face.
Widow Han reached out and touched her face, her hand stained with blood. She felt a sharp pain, her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Su Jiaoniang's lips twitched.
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